Emperor's Bane

Chapter 156
Under the night of blood.

The wolves are unleashed.

The sons of Leman Russ from the icy hell of Fenris, their demeanor in fighting and fighting is very different from the lion king's soldiers who came out of the deep forest of Caliban.

Morgan has witnessed the appearance of the various heavenly armies, soldiers and orders of the First Legion when they came out in full force. The continuous battle with Ran Dan always required even the most powerful legion to go all out, and at that time, She is the most authoritative member of the Dark Angels, the terrifying power that the First Legion can look forward to in countless desperation and difficulties, and the figure above Coswayne and Astland, who can use the most noble and From a steady perspective, witnessing how tens of thousands of Astartes fought, fought and died.

What's more, when the King of Knights of Caliban couldn't suppress his indirect desire for fighting and hunting, the orders received by the high-ranking knights of the Dark Angels were Morgan's cold voice and ruthless voice. Planning, in many cases, if it is not for the difference in voice, it would be difficult for even Coswayne to tell the difference between the two primarchs just by looking at the content.

Over time, even the most stubborn Terran veterans have long become accustomed to fulfilling the orders of another powerful figure. These Terrans express trivial dissatisfaction, but the pace of carrying out tasks will not There is no pause.

In this way, even after ten years of fierce fighting in Ran Dan's blood and fire, Morgan still has not touched the core secret of the First Legion: but other than that, she knows and contacts everything about the Dark Angels: including the first Most of the legion's detailed organization and secret orders, some obscure battle histories that Terra's veterans are not familiar with, and even some of the things and secrets that Jonson was entrusted by the lord of mankind.

In a sense, Morgan is used to and even enjoys this state: she indifferently witnesses the bloodshed and sacrifice of the Dark Angel in one battle after another that will never be revealed, and then gently picks off the blood of the Lion Prince's heir. The poured secrets and the fruits of battle are swallowed, and the loyalty and blood that have not yet dried up fill and overflow between her lips and teeth, and flow silently on her jaw and neck, witnessing her feasting in the smoke of war.

And now, among Leman Russ's legions and ranks, the Spider Queen is also in this position: her strength, will and greed have turned into a dragon sweeping the smoke, even the most powerful and lonely warrior Her power and choice had to be respected, even though her boots weren't even a speck of dust.

Looking around, from one end to the other end of Morgan's field of vision, it has been completely occupied by endless iron gray wolf soldiers. Perhaps five thousand or more sons of Leman Russ have joined this group of offensive Among them, the third Dalian and No.13 Dalian are the undoubted main force. The Yolin who had caused a catastrophe on Duran Star was the fastest. His roar and roar had disappeared at the end of Morgan's field of vision.

"He is always like this, fighting with the attitude of giving up his life, but it is this kind of courage that will make his life safe: in battle, the softies who are full of life-saving thoughts are the group of people who die the fastest. "

"The battlefield only belongs to fighters, not to others. Those who call themselves fighters, but are actually scholars, monks, and cruel officials in their bones, are not suitable for the battlefield at all, no matter how powerful they are."

Leman Russ' words echoed in Morgan's ears. The wolf king of Fenris breathed heavily, letting the heat wave turn into a howling mist in the icy air. He was not a pure bystander of the war: On the edge of his sword and boots, the alien's blood had solidified into a kind of sticky meat paste, and together with more flowing blood, it exuded a foul smell.

Everything shows that the wolf king of Fenris has been fighting: the number of aliens who died in his hands may be slightly less than that of Morgan. In the roar of the wolf king, the Sixth Legion has already broken through dozens of alien fronts.

Morgan didn't reply, she was just breathing quietly, eating as much food as possible in a latitude that no one could see, harvesting those fresh alien souls into her hands, gnawing greedily.

No one knew that she was actually in a relatively weak state now, the souls she had accumulated had been exhausted in the previous battles, and the current Spider Queen could only display her original strength.

Her last consumption was transformed into the scene in front of her not long ago: the desolation is everywhere, Ran Dan's legions have collapsed, the fortresses have fallen, and the criss-crossing ditches and fortresses have turned into a burning purgatory, which will come from afar The alien hordes burned into salty ashes that were blown to every corner.

Such a scene of decay is the last embers of a glorious victory in the eyes of every Imperial warrior: even Hector.

Tall Fang was standing about three statures behind his genetic mother, he was still a little uncomfortable with his duties at this moment, and he even stared at Leman Ruth rather offensively. Si, the wolf king's personal guard turned back and stared dissatisfiedly, but the Primarch of the Sixth Legion looked at this somewhat too tall Astartes warrior with interest, and was amazed.

But Hector didn't care, he had the capital to face any space wolf proudly at this moment: it was nothing but the barren ruins in front of him.

Not so long ago, this place was a well-prepared strangulation net. Hundreds of thousands of aliens were distributed among the impenetrable fortresses and fortresses. The anti-aircraft firepower and void shields were densely packed like stars at night: the first batch of airborne space The wild wolves were quickly exhausted on this battlefield, and most of them didn't even hit the ground. Their airdrop pods were destroyed in mid-air, turning into violent meteors, continuously In the process of falling and disintegrating, thousands of warriors were killed by high temperature, suffocation and strong air currents.

In the second and third rounds, the futile offensive turned into a senseless massacre. With the existence of the void shield, many exquisite tactics had to give way to bloody piles, until an ominous ray of light appeared in the core of Ran Dan's position. appear.

Those alien warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles and survived the fight against the First Legion were the first batch of people who smelled something bad. They recognized the figure who was slowly walking out of the light in an instant. After a long time, the terrifying title of "Soul Drinker" was whispered in their mouths, and the fear and madness were seduced in an instant. When Hector opened his eyes from the light, what he saw What is more is the overwhelming artillery fire.

Even Hector, who tried his best to stand in front of Morgan, didn't see what happened next. He only felt that his genetic mother seemed to raise his hand, and spit out a syllable in the most lazy and gentle tone: Then , is the light, the endless light, as if swallowing everything in an instant, whether it is the sound of cannon fire or the roar of aliens, everything has turned into a soundless silence.

This light was fleeting, and when they regained their vision again, the alien legion sticking to the landing field area had turned into dust together with their indestructible fortress, and those more unfortunate individuals had even merged with those iron walls, Their wailing echoed in the air for a while before the psychic fire devoured them completely.

After a while, a new batch of Space Wolves squeezed into their airdrop pods and hurried to the ground. The Sons of Russ rushed out of their steel tombs panting as if facing a formidable enemy. The distorted appearance of the face that was originally prepared to face the endless bloody battle at the moment of seeing the barrenness in front of him is a funny scene that Hector will never forget.

There is no need to say anything, just seeing a three-meter figure standing there, just watching those Astartes warriors standing respectfully behind her, these experienced space wolves already know what happened What.

The alpha wolf came out and saluted Morgan respectfully, thanking her for her strength and help. In the face of such horrific victories and ruins, even the most perverse son of Leman Russ knew what attitude to adopt: the Sixth Legion The wolves moved silently. They cleaned the field, set up a defense line, and sent teams and vanguards to test the situation ahead. During the process, their vague sight never left Morgan's closed-eyed face. Strange, speculative, and deserved awe.

Leman Russ even came to the ground after that: in the face of the strange power of psychic power, Fenris Wolf King, who set out first, was far behind his blood relatives, which made him grind his teeth in a particularly uncomfortable mood, He threw himself into the forefront at all costs.

When Hector stood behind his genetic mother and felt those complicated eyes coming, a feeling that had never appeared before began to slowly brew in his chest.

pride.

Unusually obvious pride.

Proud of his Primarch.

It was really a novel experience.

He can puff up his chest and face any Space Wolves who walk in front of him, no matter their rank is noble or not, no matter their attitude is friendly or not, it can't stop Hector's chest full of little pride.

Proud of his mother.

Although it was only a very brief experience, which was quickly washed away by more fighting and screaming, when Hector blinked his eyes, he could still clearly recall that feeling.

But now is not the time to reminisce.

Morgan's heir forced his will to be vigilant again, and his eyes focused on his mother and the Primarch of the Sixth Legion: Since Leman Russ returned from the front on purpose, there must be him special purpose.

In the twinkling of an eye, this war has been going on for a long time. At this moment, two Primarchs are stepping on a fortress that has been mostly ruined: more than [-] Ran Dan's soldiers were once stationed here. A bravado firepower blockaded the Space Wolves' path, and more than fifty of Russ' sons threw themselves into Morkai's arms to unplug it.

But now, this burning ruin has turned into a sharp knife piercing Ran Dan's body: a neat simple square has been bulldozed out, supplying a steady stream of transport planes and airdrop pods falling on this land, and walking out from inside More and more deadly weapons of war: Chimera, Rhino, Typhon, Executioner...

Of course, there were many more Sons of Leman Russ.

"A whole armored corps, and a whole Dalian company."

The wolf king of Fenris hummed softly from his nostrils wrapped in golden beard, and he spoke slowly, with a rather strange contest in his tone.

"I hope they can display their combat effectiveness and kill that alien cub as much as possible. If they can achieve the same record as you, that would be even better."

Compared with his previous casual attitude, the Wolf King's words were a little trivial, and at this moment, Morgan opened his blue eyes: there is no food nearby that she can plunder.

[You are not fit to insinuate, my brother Ruth. 】

[Tell me, what's your business. 】

Leman Russ spat, and the acid slowly corroded the ruins.

"I just came back from the front line. You know, I just tore through some of Ran Dan's defense lines with my No.13 Dalian Company. Their strength and will are more difficult than I imagined."

[Sluggishness on the front line? 】

"That's not enough. We have been making steady progress from the beginning to the end, but—too slow."

"We have to penetrate the whole world to reach our destination. There are as many fortresses and void shields in this world as the pile of bookworms raised by Magnus. If we continue to gnaw one after another, God knows what we will end up with. How much time is wasted."

"And we don't have time. My battleship told me that Ran Dan's new fleet is constantly attacking and outflanking, and our forces are still at a disadvantage overall. In other words, there is no time for us to slowly consume."

"We need the final word."

[...beheading? 】

"Whatever you say, but we do need a stronger blow, one-hit kill, I mean, is there any way you can teleport you and me, and one of my teams, to that so-called [ The area around the Destiny Engine], the next thing, just leave it to us."

【This will be dangerous, Ruth. 】

Morgan's answer made the wolf king show a distinct smile, and he swaggered up to his own blood, looking at her as if meeting her for the first time.

"You've been by Jonson's side for too long, and you're not even bloody."

"In this fucking world, when are we not walking with danger?"

"If the captain raises the sail, can he guarantee his safe return? If the warrior takes up the sword, can he guarantee his return in triumph?"

"Just do what you want, you and I, the two Primarchs are together, there is nothing wrong with it."

Morgan smiled, but without answering, she closed her eyes again, her consciousness roaring with new impetus, covering the world with an invisible edge.

She saw it, saw the dense army of aliens coming, saw the melting pot of souls that could make anyone terrified, and saw the almost impenetrable copper and iron walls surrounding that thing.

She turned her head, only to feel that the scarlet sun was trying to break free from its shackles, rushing into this galaxy, its power made Morgan frown.

But in reality, Leman Russ waited patiently for a few seconds, and his brows were tightly knit together.

"To be honest, in the end..."

The wolf king's growl echoed in the air, but just as his anger was brewing halfway, Morgan raised his palm and stopped in front of him, blocking the second half of the flames in the Fenrisian's throat. middle.

A voice colder than Fenris' Purgatory reminded Leman Russ of his hometown, the Sea of ​​Eternal Winter.

【Can. 】

[I agree. 】

Morgan opened his eyes and looked at his brother indifferently.

[How many people do you want to bring? 】

"Well, let me think about it."

Leman Russ smiled, showing his savage canines and fangs.

"How many bodyguards can protect your little heart, huh?"

Then, the wolf king saw Morgan's sarcastic smile that he disliked even more than his smile.

【random. 】

【The numbers you care about, the power you rely on, no matter when it is, it is for me. 】

【Pointless. 】

(End of this chapter)